<h4>Chapter 173: Get Lost!</h4>
’Before she used to reply me in a moment.’
Leaning back in his chair, he let out a slow exhale. <i>It’s my fault. But back then, I had no other choice.</i> His gaze drifted as memories resurfaced. <i>Maybe I saw myself in her and </i><i>I just wanted to be her strength, to keep her from giving up. And she did—better than I ever expected.</i><i></i>
The moment was cut short by the sharp, urgent beep of a device on his desk. His expression turned cold, and he stood abruptly, rushing out of the study.
Eric and two other servants, alerted by the same device, followed closely behind him as they hurried down the stairs toward a specific room. Inside, a womany on the bed, her chest heaving as she struggled to breathe.
"Aiden! The injection," Eric called, already dialing the doctor.
Aiden was ahead of him, retrieving a small box from the bedside table. The two servants moved quickly, holding the woman steady as her body convulsed.
With practiced efficiency, Aiden inserted the needle and administered the injection. Slowly, the woman’s breathing eased, her body rxing as the immediate danger passed.
One of the servants ced an oxygen mask over her face and let out a relieved breath. "Her pulse is stabilizing."
"The doctor is on his way," Eric reported, closing his phone.
Aiden gave a curt nod, his gaze never leaving the woman’s pale face. "One of you stays with her at all times," he ordered, his voice low but firm.
"Yes, Mr. Shaw," one of the servants responded immediately.
Aiden stood silently by the bedside, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of the woman’s chest beneath the oxygen mask. His features remained calm, but there was a flicker of something deeper in his eyes—something that lingered just beneath the surface.
<i>I won’t lose you. You will be alright soon.</i>
The doctor arrived soon and performed a thorough examination of Ms. Shaw. Once finished, he stepped outside the room with Aiden and Eric.
"Mr. Shaw," the doctor said gravely, "we can’t afford to wait much longer."
Aiden gave a brief nod, his expression unreadable. He turned to Eric. "We leave tonight for the Imperial City."
Eric nodded without hesitation, pulling out his phone to begin making the necessary calls. This time, he didn’t question Aiden’s decision.
"What about the other person?" Eric asked, ncing at him. "Without her, taking Ms. Shaw to the Imperial City will be pointless."
"Don’t worry about that," Aiden replied confidently.
Within hours, all arrangements were in ce. A private jet, fully equipped with medical facilities, was prepared to ensure Ms. Shaw’s safe travel. In her unconscious state, she was carefully transferred to the aircraft, unaware that she was being taken to the very ce she had vowed never to return to.
An hourter, the jet lifted off from the private airstrip, heading for the Imperial City.
Inside the jet’s cabin, Eric sat across from Aiden, a flicker of unease on his face. "How do you n to bring Natalie into this?"
Aiden leaned back slightly, his expression calm andposed. "The man who is after me because of her—he’ll bring her to me."
Eric frowned. "You know you’ll have to tell them the truth."
"Depends on the situation that how much I reveal to them," Aiden replied smoothly, his focus shifting back to theptop in front of him.
Eric’s lips pressed into a tight line. "When Ms. Shaw wakes up and realizes we’re in the Imperial City, she’s going to be furious. Getting her to go through with the treatment will be another battle."
"That’s a problem forter," Aiden said without concern. He nced toward Leo, who stood nearby. "Did you send the message? Are we ready to meet them?"
"Yes, Mr. Shaw," Leo confirmed. "I’ll notify you the moment they reply. Our team in the Imperial City is prepared for anything."
The man hummed and focussed on his work once more.
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As Justin drove home that evening, Noah ended a call and turned to him.
"Mr. Harper, the man we’ve been searching for—he’s arriving in the Imperial City. They’re asking for a time and ce to meet."
Justin’s expression remained calm, unbothered by the news. "Let them wait."
Noah raised a brow, surprised. "But weren’t we in a hurry to find him before?"
Justin smirked slightly. "If he’s rushing to meet me now, it means <i>he</i> needs something. By now, he must have realized that we’re not just some ordinary opponents—and certainly not weak. Let him get a little more desperate."
Noah understood and asked, "Are you going to meet him personally?"
"It’ll be interesting to meet my reflection without having to look into a mirror."
Noah could see Justin was eager to meet his lookalike, but then what happens next, only god knows.
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Justin reached home, but Natalie didn’t open the door for him despite him ringing the bell a few times. He knew she was home, but she was still angry.
He smiled lightly, put on the passwords to open the door, but to his surprise, it failed.
’Has she changed the password?’ He found this behaviour of her amusing because she knew he could easily get through it.
<i></i>He sent her a message. <strong>’I am waiting outside.’</strong>
A reply came after a while. ’<strong>Get the hell out of here. You are not weed in my home.’</strong>
Justin could understand the depth of her anger now. He did something in his mobile and soon the lock of the door was unlocked. ’What the fuzz about when it can’t stop me from getting where I want to.’
He entered the home and Natalie was there, ring at him. Her hands folded in front of her chest like a boss.
"Get lost!"
Her expressions clearly told him that she was in a mood to kick him out.
Not minding her anger, he strode towards her and kissed her, pushing her back to the wall behind her.
She tried to push him away but he held her hands and pinned them above her head while kissing her with all his might, not letting her off even for a moment.